我不习惯老更新,所以有事就攒到一起说
昨天晚上下雨,没关窗户,雨潲进来,于是有点感冒
昨天看Lemonade的空间,我留言"这篇文章让我想换头像了".确实,有的时候,一定会觉得之前自己做的一个决定很傻,会去想如果当初没有那样做,之后又会怎样怎样.但fantasy过后,一定又会给自己找一个冠冕堂皇的理由就这样下去了,又能怎样呢?
但倘若真的没有该多好,甚至,有过不止一次不同的机会.
为什么一定要等到自己找到呢?我真的就不愿接受别人的努力吗?
好吧,那几个人,相信我,我都知道,我傻,我装傻,我明白,我装明白,我向你们道歉.
但一切还是会就这样被搁下
我也是人,我也会做梦----跟其他人一样的梦,而不是我平时做的那种.如果你不幸坚持读到了这里,那就请你一定把下面的东西看完我一直只被乡村乐的曲调与配器吸引,但从Luke Bryan的这首歌中,我终于找到了属于自己的第一个梦.我最喜欢的,就是这段:
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our old man.
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games.
Then it was girls, and everything changed,
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks.
反正这永远都是fantasy,等我到了他那样的年纪,我回想的一定比他要腐朽的多
但我这辈子一定要找到这样一个地方,认识一个这样的朋友
Luke Bryan - We Rode in Trucks
Down where I was born it was heaven on earth.
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
We raised cotton n corn, a little cane, and kids.
You either lived on a farm or wish you did.
Jesus always walked close by our side.
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
There's a lot about life you can learn on a bus,
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss.
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got.
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends.
White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin.
Thank God we get more than just one shot.
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on.
That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done.
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago.
We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our old man.
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games.
Then it was girls, and everything changed,
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks.
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago, it's apart of my soul. Yeah.
it's apart of my soul.
Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth.
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.
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